worn
the minutes bleed into
hours, seemingly endless
blur of lost control
longing to climb onto
the solid shoulders
of anything possessing strength
knees aching, palms sweaty
a dull ache in my belly
tell me there's more than this
speak of futures where my eyelids
find a quiet moment of reflection
my breathing not so ragged
whisper of rewards payed out
in plentiful sums for what have
now turned to years
for if not, i fear my body
will give out like an oak
ravished by storm